The CEO's Forgotten Wife My Revenge Starts NowChapter 1
When Russ Harding showed up at my doorstep soaking wet and blind in one eye, I finally understood why Job Sanchez had taken in his childhood friend Kay Pruitt and her so-called heart condition.
The pull of a first love was no joke.
I immediately took pity on Russ and let him move into the villa.
After years apart, he had become frail and withdrawn. The slightest touch sent tremors through his entire body.
So I coaxed him, cared for him, poured every ounce of my attention into him. I even forgot to be jealous of Kay, forgot to scream and fight with Job.
But Job lost it. His eyes were red when he confronted me. "Karen Fisher, I'm your husband. Why do you always take his side?"
……
The night I saw Russ Harding again, it was pouring outside.
I leaned against the doorframe beneath the eaves of the villa, staring up at the pitch-black sky, drowning in despair.
Kay had mentioned she'd never seen the ocean. So Job forgot our wedding anniversary, dropped everything, and whisked her off to the Maldives.
It wasn't the first time.
Ever since Kay came back from abroad, everything about her took priority over me.
At dinner, the dishes had to be ones she liked. On outings, the destinations had to be ones she wanted.
I kept telling myself that Kay had a heart condition, that she deserved sympathy, that I should be the bigger person.
Until Job's birthday.
I put on the sexy red dress he loved most and straddled his lap.
His breathing went ragged in an instant. He shoved me down against the cushions, fierce and hungry.
Then the ringtone went off.
I knew that ringtone. Job had set it exclusively for Kay.
I wanted so badly for him to ignore it, to stay lost in me.
He didn't.
The phone only rang for three seconds before every trace of ……desire drained from his eyes.
He answered, exchanged a few words, grabbed his jacket, and rushed out the door.
He left me there alone, disheveled and half-undressed on the couch.
Even then, I tried to comfort myself. Maybe something had actually happened to Kay. After all, her health really was fragile.
It took a long time to talk myself down.
Then I opened my phone and saw the post Kay had just put on social media.
The photo showed a cake that wasn't much to look at. The letters piped across the top were crooked, and the little drawing was barely recognizable.